The fire in the heart’s hearth,
The feeling in the gut;
Mind’s eye discerning love that’s worth –
Illogical, incredible, blind but;
That’s how true love is born, nurtured,
With world around just cut;
Living, dying as one, though tortured,
As spirits two get shut.
True love get’s born only this way,
In mansion or a hut!
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